Greg is a fellow who has walked many miles
One who seems carefree he readily smiles
And says hello to everyone that he does meet
On his many walks in the park and the street
Quite a likeable fellow in his own charming way
He greets everyone with a smile and a good day
One who has worn out more shoes walking than anyone i do know
And his friends in numbers with each passing day does grow
Though one often quite short of money to spend
Greg is never one who is short of a friend
He has never fathered children never had a wife
Quite happy go lucky one who does laugh at life
A balding man in his early sixties his hair silver gray
One who walks for two to three hours every day.
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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